User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-32303-20140610065814/@comment-32303-20140718185212

''Rhia waits, barely daring to breathe. Slowly, very slowly, her paw closes around the hilt of her other blade, ready to draw it. "Hope they gae on, boot ef the scum want tae die let 'em come, ah'll send 'em tae the Gates," she whispers, barely audibly.''